My Mother, like many, saved various remnants from my childhood. I usually find pieces of my history tucked into the pages of a handed down book or in a box of "do you want any of this?"
I don't remember exactly when the construction paper ribbon appeared, but it brought with it the promise of hope. "Miss Unruffled", it said, and it had my name on it. Imagine...!

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Okay. So, I haven't been writing because I've been really broken, lately. With the violent collapse of the business, I didn't have much left in me for writing.

Since my last post, Wolf has begun a new adventure which requires us to work more than full-time hours with no pay, yet. Kitten works in the same place, one day/week, and is the only one of us with a pay cheque. We have 2 additional people living in the house (to help with rent, haha), neither of whom have pay cheques. This work also makes it really difficult for me to draw (I've got
something going on in my joints/tendons which has resulted in constant
pain and numbness from my shoulders to my fingers) and Wolf's ankles are degenerating at a visible rate from being on his feet over 70 hrs/week.Yup, things are pretty dire. And yet, every morning the sun rises. Time just keeps going. The world is not ending (even though it feels like it is) and that means there are still options.

I'm looking and open to possibilities. I'm available Sundays from 4pm and Mondays until whatever time can get me to the bus stop by 3:05pm.

The Straight Goods

On a good day I'm a:
creator, mother, artist, educator, painter, home learner, lover, wife, community member...
On a bad day, I wish I didn't exist.
Sometimes depression and anxiety close in and it's all I can do to get out of bed.